Katherine Bergeron

“Christmas Wrath: A Gritty Hallmark Holiday Movie Reboot” now on The Haven

The Hallmark Channel brings career harpy Cookie home for the holidays, where the Christmas spirit means weird sex, low-rent drugs, and murder.

“My Internship with Alex Jones” up now on The Satirist

“OK, I’ll tell you what I remember: “I started interning for Alex Jones’ InfoWars last fall. Don’t judge me—there aren’t a lot of options for media internships in Texas. I needed to get some experience in media but still be able to live with my parents to save money—they live in Bluff Springs, just outside […]Read Post ›

Short fiction “The Little Man Who Lives In My Refrigerator” — now up on Queen Mob’s Teahouse

“Day 1 “There is a little man who lives in my refrigerator. “I just discovered him today. I caught a glimpse of the little man when I was looking for the cheese. Richard is always eating all of the cheese, but he swore there was some left on the second shelf. So while I was […]Read Post ›

Bad Girl Style Made Easy

Everybody knows about the little black dress, one nice pair of flats, one white button-down shirt, blah, blah, blah, thanks, Mom. But what about the fashion advice for us downtown/burlesque/drag-queen trollops? Here’s what works, kittens (check out the links below, plus see nearly all of my picks laid out neatly in the DameCore Store –trust, […]Read Post ›

Like an Iron Fist: Dystopian Erotica

For Throwback Thursday, this is my forward to Like an Iron Fist: Dystopian Erotica, an anthology I edited for Circlet Press.

Pleasantville, Revisited

I remember Pleasantville.

Well, not exactly. But when I was a child in the 1980s, Greenfield, Massachusetts seemed close to the faux 1950s sitcom suburban utopia. It’s my father’s hometown–my grandparents had a ranch-style house at the end of a cul-de-sac. Greenfield was a classic small New England town–a mostly “white ethnic” (Irish, Italian, Polish, etc.) hamlet with a local department store, a small movie theater, and a smattering of stores. My grandmother could feel safe giving me and my sister a dollar to get penny candy at the candy shop.

Things are never as innocent as you remembered as a child, but talking to my relatives who were adults at the time, I don’t think my memories are far off.

Hire me to be your unicorn (before someone else does)

The companies that call me always have the same problem: they need a unicorn. They need someone who is technically proficient, but has people skills. They need someone with an entrepreneurial spirit, but who can work in a team. They need someone who has been there, done that, designed the T-shirt. That person is me. […]Read Post ›

Mad Max: In Praise of Furious Women

Some lefty critics are claiming that Max Mad: Fury Road isn’t feminist because of its violence–they’re wrong.

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“No one ever changes their mind about abortion.”

A tiny migraine creeps into my brain whenever people say this. It feels a little bit true and a little bit not true. People DO change their minds about abortion sometimes. When do they change them? When abortion stops being theoretical and starts being as real as a plus-sign on a plastic wand dripping with […]Read Post ›